Intimate Encounters in the dreamers nudity

the dreamers nudity begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so the dreamers nudity becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In the dreamers nudity, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in the dreamers nudity, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that the dreamers nudity worked better than any sleeping pill.